The Debut of Lady Cheria 🎀 January Catch-All #1

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Who: Cheria and her new housemates.
When: All throughout January.
Where: Forget-me-not barracks.
What: Lady Cheria Barnes of Lhant begins her new adventure in this mysterious, magical land...
Anything Else: No TWs/CWs at the moment! Throwing this up here real quick so I can get some CR going ASAP. Planning on a second catch-all later to catch all the rest of you non-FMN folks. /fingerguns

[Hello, residents of the forget-me-not barracks! One (1) metaphorical angel has joined your ranks. With a kind, thoughtful, and respectful demeanor, you should — at the very least — find her to be an unobtrusive presence in the barracks. But, of course, hopefully she'll be more than just one of the NPCs.]

1 ❧ Small Talk

[If it seems like your character might be open to a casual chat, perhaps at a shared meal or while admiring the gardens, Cheria will cautiously strike up a conversation. Potential greetings could include something along the lines of:

❀ "So, um...are you new here, too?"
❀ "These gardens are lovely, aren't they?"
❀ (with girls) "I like your [insert fashion-related thing here]."

not exactly the most riveting pick-up lines, but look she's still traumatized from the last time she tried any out; anyway she's not actually trying to pick any of y'all up I just wanted an excuse to share what she puts up with/what she puts herself through in her own world

Can be tailored as needed to individual situations, of course.]

2 ❧ Audience

[Practicing Bloomcraft in an obvious/noticeable way? You'll have a curious observer in Cheria, who isn't entirely sure yet what to make of it (what with trying to wrap her head around everything else). That being said, if you're open to giving her basic impromptu instruction, she's open to trying her hand at it.

(Non-Bloomcraft skills are also applicable for this prompt!)]

3 ❧ Outing

[Looking for company while you roam Rosavelle, or maybe you could use some help running an errand? More likely than not, Cheria will be game for it. She could particularly use a buddy to show her around Rosavelle at night while she's still getting her bearings in this whole new world.]

4 ❧ Wildcard

[Choose your own! Hit me up in the DMs or on Discord if you need to. Might also update this post later with additional prompts if I can think of any.]

Comments

First Friend ❧ Closed to Ena ❧ Early January, Upon Arrival

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Hm? [Her ears flicked in Cheria's direction on being addressed, Scintilla blinking a time or two as she processed that her long nails had warranted a compliment.] Oh, uh--thanks, mate, s'pretty natural.

[Her tail twitched behind her, in that nebulous area between awkward and anxious.]

Mean, th' color ain't, obviously- [gesturing to the tattoos running along her forearms in the same color] -just figured it all might 's well match, aye?

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[Nodding.]

Of course. I don't think I could grow my nails out that long, myself. But they really suit you. [Eyeing Scintilla's forearms.] Um...do your tattoos mean anything...?

[Oh, she hopes that's not an offensive question. She's never had a chance to ask someone about tattoos before.]

[sunforging]

Lot'f Miqo'te have longer ones; not all'f us, for sure, but it ain't uncommon.

[She shrugged, idly flexing her fingers and looking over her own arms.]

Nah, nothin' like that. Leastways nothin' I can really understand; they're designed t' help me control magic.

[uncommonsense]

[ the gardens are pretty nice to look at, honestly. not usually haruhi's kinda thing, but she can admire the amount of work that goes into keeping it look nice.

haruhi's attention's diverted from the flowers for a moment, by someone complimenting her ribbon. huh. ]

Thanks. Yours aren't bad either.

[ kinda surprised, but not a bad thing! ]

I haven't really thought about changing it up lately, it just fits me too well these days.

Audience

[envers]

[Verso's fingers move lightly over the piano keys, coaxing a melody both bright and bittersweet. Above the polished wood, tiny motes of light flicker into existence — no bigger than pinpricks, pale gold and silver, like stars caught just out of reach. They dance quietly in time with the music, their glow hesitant, as if still learning to hold themselves together.

The melody evokes memories for him. Warm laughter, soft words shared under evening skies. With each note, another mote appears, drifting upward before fading into the air like a whispered secret. A faint, cool night breeze stirs the curtains, carrying a handful of lights that scatter like shy fireflies, brushing lightly against Verso's hair.

The affects of his basic Meramancy are modest. Never loud, never demanding. But enough to warm the room and his thoughts alike. Verso allows himself a small, wry smile.

When he reaches the song's conclusion, he allows the final chords to float in the air. Finally, he glances up to find one of the newest residents watching quietly, fully present.]

Music's better with an audience. [He tilts his head, and a crooked grin flickers for a heartbeat.] ... The lights are new.

Welcome to Forget-me-not. I'm Verso.